today I have the pleasure to have Liza O’Connor and her latest story, Luck Be an Angel.

Liza has some words on a very unusual subject–and I wouldn’t expect anything less from her.

How hard is it to fake teaching certificates?

Ethan didn’t have time to actual go to the classes to obtain his tutoring certificate, so he bought one online.

Getting a certificate proved to be very easy.

In fact, with modern day printing, you can get ID’s and certificates for almost anything you want. That is why references are requested in job interviews far more often than certificates. But even there, you can purchase your glowing references from a phone bank company as well.

Honestly, in today’s high tech capabilities, if you are determined enough, you can be whoever you want to be. However, if you can’t actually do the job, you should still expect to be fired.

Fortunately, Ethan is more than qualified to be a tutor. In fact, I expect he has a broader knowledge base than most of us.

How that applies to her story?

Here’s how:

Reporter, Ethan Long, is sent into the backwoods of Arkansas to investigate a woman who claims her sixteen boys were born by Immaculate Conception. Not believing in divine intervention, Ethan plans to uncover the identity of the man who continues to impregnate Sara Smith every year, leaving her to raise her sons on nothing but luck and love. He enters their home as a tutor and eventually discovers the truth, but not before he has fallen in love with Sara and her wonderful boys. Now he must face his own crossroad in life and decide whether to follow his heart or his professional obligations.

Here’s a bite of the story.

Ethan frowned. “You don’t have broadband access?” How the hell was he going to communicate with the outside world? He had intended to piggyback off their router. He shook his head. Sara had no viable means of support. Why would she have Internet?

Joshua laughed. “No, and before you ask, we ain’t got cable or satellite either, but we do have a TV, and channel seven and two come in real good.”

Colby, evidently concerned they were about to lose their schoolteacher spoke up. “Yeah, but who needs that stuff. What you will have are the best students you’ve ever taught.”

Ethan smiled and patted Colby on his back. “I’ve no doubt of that.”

True enough, given he’d never taught a student in his life. He’d spent a day acquiring fake teaching certificates and credentials, along with the home-schooling curriculum. Now he wondered why he bothered. Sara hadn’t asked to see any of it.

“You boys should get back to your chores and finish up. I’ll want you all in the kitchen in one hour, so we can figure out what each of you know.”

With terror in their eyes, they both hurried from the room.

As he unpacked his clothes and put them into the clean, paper-lined drawers of the old bureau, his thoughts returned to Sara. She looked so young, but she had to be at least thirty. First child born at fourteen, with one more for sixteen years. She was either thirty or thirty-one.

She wore no makeup, so he didn’t know if she was plain or just untouched. When she laughed, he had thought her pretty. But she’d hardly inspire men to wander from their wives. Nor did she sound like she’d welcome it.

Jacobs was right. There was a story here. Sara Smith was not what she appeared. He looked forward to discovering the truth.

Here’s where you can find the story, and I advise you to. We’re talking immaculate conception here, not your usual romance topic.